Saturday Night Jail Cell

Christina did it. Ben did it as well. Everyone who was there participated. Except Theodore; Theodore never does anything. I did not want to be like Theodore. It was so dark and crowded with so many bodies pressed against one another. The lights were flashing on and off and the music bumped so loudly and with such great intensity that I could barely tell it apart from my own heartbeat. Intense, that is a perfect description of my situation. Megan’s Sweet Sixteen was the biggest bash of the year. Sixteen events, sixteen groups of people, sixteen wedding sized cakes, sixteen of everything. Sixteen guys, sixteen shots of Ciroc, sixteen months. I wasn’t even sixteen yet. My birthday was not for another 8 days. I spent my birthday in the comforts of a jury room during my trial. I suppose the judge was kind and gave me the gift of a lesson learned. Brittany should not have been driving-if she hadn’t driven then the police would have never found out how drunk we were! If Brittany hadn’t crashed I could be at home right now. If Brittany hadn’t hit that department store… It’s not Brittany’s fault. It is no one’s fault but my own. At least that is what they are telling me in here. Everyone who is in this dreadful, grimy, box of a building has to take the blame. It is Saturday night in July and a whole new group of buddies are coming in for me to play with. Robbers, murderers, prostitutes, and drug dealers are usually the people who I usually play “Try to Escape the Cell Without Being Beaten” with, (no one ever won but the murderers came pretty close because some of the guards were afraid of them) but now there are new people. “In here you Cruella DeVil looking fools” said the guard. That was a new insult, (the guard is improving) but it fit them pretty accurately. There were three (they always seem to come in threes) clownlike men. One was tall and lanky and not very attractive at all- none of them were- with one white pant leg pulled above his knee cap and looked as though it belonged on an American Girl doll, the the other pant leg was crimson red and was dragging on the filthy floor. His suspenders were checked with black and white squares and he wore a white shirt splattered with red paint. Or was it blood? No it was paint...I hope. His skin was cream with tomato red freckles and he had bright baby blue eyes. His counterparts appeared to be identical twins; both were about 5’ 7”, both were red jumpsuits with white suspenders, both had rosy red cheeks with curly red hair and green eyes. They honestly looked a bit like Oompa Loompas with beer bellies. Something about these men made me uncomfortable. I had been around murders and been fine but these men were different. The tall one made eye contact with me and his blue eyes were piercing through me, I felt myself getting warm all over and sort of sickly. Eight seconds later I felt as though someone had poured ice through my body. I had no clue what had overcome my body. I started feeling tingly all over and then...black.